Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Chapter 28

Hayden was pointing a gun at me, his hand shaky.

"Hayden, what's going on?" I asked as calmly as possible.

"I-I .... I thought you wouldn't come. I thought it was one of the cops." He muttered, putting his gun on security and then pushing it into his back pocket, before offering me a hand to pull me up the ladder. I gladly took the offer and within seconds I was in his flat, the hatch closed and locked behind me. Hayden eyed me up and down, his eyes flying over my skinny jeans that I had combined with a bright top.

"Hi." He whispered in thought, keeping his distance.

"Hey:" I awkwardly whispered back. This really was the first time since we had been alone in over three years, it was nerve-wrecking.

Hayden's Point Of View

There she stood, beautiful as always, her wavy hair flowed down her back, it rested just above her waist, adorning her. I could not keep my eyes of her, although I had seen her so many times already. She never failed to keep me happy, she was all I needed in order to be happy and now that she was here, I finally could be happy again. We would move into another house and built up our family, she would get a proper job and so would I. We would live like a perfect family would and she would love me just as much as I loved her.

But right now, now that she was standing in front of me, I could not bring myself to find the right words. What could I tell her? How should I start a conversation, I haven't had a proper one without yelling for about three years. I was not capable to do so.

Why the hell wasn't I capable to just talk to her like I used to? Everything seemed so different.

"Hayden, we need to talk. Like, seriously talk." She said and I was glad she did, I thought about that, too although I would not mind to just hold and kiss her either.

"Yeah, we do." I mumbled as I led her over to my rotten couch on which I had not sat for so long.

I watched her as she sat down and gave me a little smile, which looked almost apologetic. Oh no. She wasn't going to tell me that she would leave me, was she?

"You aren't going to leave me, right? I need you." I told my angel in all honesty. Every demon needs his angel and I needed mine more than ever before.

"Gosh, Hayden, of course I aren't! Look at you, all you can do is worrying about me leaving you!" She exclaimed. Of course I worried about her leaving me, she was the only thing I had left. I kept quiet as she continued, " Hayden, you need to get your life back, to find a proper job, to get a family and live your life like you want to, you shouldn't be depending on me or anyone, but yourself."

She told me she wouldn't leave me, why sounded this so much like a break up?

"You're all I have, please." I whispered, unable to have a steady voice. She stood up and walked over to me, pulling me up from the couch so we were both standing now.

"Hayden, I am not going to leave you, we'll get through this together. I'll help you, but you'll have to make efforts, too and promise me to let this life behind you and move on. Okay?" She said smoothly as she brushed her delicate hands on my inked arms. I closed my eyes, savouring her touch.

"I'm perfectly fine when you're here, though." I hummed as I pulled her closer.

"No, Hayden you're not, look at you, all you see is me, you shut the world out and you won't let it in. Hayden, it's still out there and you're so young. We can go this path together, I promise I will be there, but you really have to open up to the world again and be considerate."

I hadn't even thought about anything around me ever since I left that jail, she was right, all my thoughts were consumed and manipulated by her and her actions.

"Fuck." I whispered, letting go of her as I ruffled my damp hair, "I' fucking going crazy. I know it and you know it, too."

"No, you're not going crazy, you're just confused." She told me.

"Bullshit, ever since you left me I haven't even been thinking straight." I spat.

"Hayden.." She started.

"No! This is all your fault! You're the reason I'm like.. like this! I am fucking miserable, I cannot even make any decisions on my own anymore!" I realized. I was caught off of guard when I heard her familiar sniffle that she would do when she was about to cry, which I knew to be the case.

"Why are you fucking crying now? I should be the one bawling my eyes out!" I snapped, my voice louder than I expected it to be, but those were just all the emotions I had to let out.

"I know it's my fault, don't you think I don't know how much I fucked up your life? I made you live in misery for five years and now you don't even have an education to find a job or anything. I fucked up your whole life and I deserve the worst for it." She cried, wiping her eyes so many times that they had already become red and puffy. I hated it when she cried, it always made me weak.

"It is your fault, suffer." I spat, shuddering before I stomped into my bedroom, shutting the door with a loud bang.